Willow was still forted up on the floor, while Kennedy was on the bed. Kennedy didn't have the heart to jerk Willow's chain about it, instead contenti...ng herself with talking about herself, keeping things very general. Still, it was cute when she mentioned to Willow that her stepsister and parents had lived in another wing of the house."Your house had wings?" Willow seemed startled."Yes. The summer house in the Hamptons didn't have wings. Well, one wing."Finally Willow said that she thought. But even from her nervous glances, 6 feet from the screen, she had a quick realisation recognising her employer, Lana Tate playing her part in fantasy land. It didn’t take much working out that the stiff cock entering Lana’s mouth would be Clark’s. Chloe felt butterflies in her tummy. She delayed her dusting and leant over for a closer look. There was a screen of around 30 images and a few video clips. This was surreal. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Or feeling. Guilty voyeur?. She took it slow, a little at a time, getting used to the feeling of his weight against her tongue, the salty tang of his taste, the musky scent of his skin. She tried to remember what she'd seen on TV or talked about with her friends, using her tongue on him, taking him as deep as she could.And when he groaned her name, reaching out for her hips, she felt a rush of sweet victory that she was pleasing him, accompanied by a stirring of need to be touched her self. His hands closed over her. Mommy stared in disbelief as her daughter slipped the full length into her hungry mouth. Mommy's hand slid under the towel and found her moistening pussy . She circled her clit with eager fingers. It was such a turn on to see her little girl with a mouthful of cock. "You can join us, Mommy," Holly said, noticing her Mom's reflection in the mirror behind her bed. She was caught spying. Nothing to do now but surrender. Mommy shyly entered the room. Both Holly and Bobby were smiling at her as.